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farsickness2021-06-12 05:36 pm
ostavil) wrote in farsickness2021-06-12 05:36 pm
your heart was glass, i dropped it [open]
WHO: Bucky + OPEN
WHEN: June
WHAT: Missing Steve so, you know, going to the inn and pretending to get drunk because he actually can't.
WHERE: The inn.
WARNINGS: TBA
The day Steve disappeared, Bucky felt it. He doesn't know why he felt it or why he'd gotten the inkling but he hadn't been shocked when he couldn't find him in the usual haunts. He gave it two days before calling it, though, searching the woods to see if he'd just gone off camping or something equally stupid, and then he decided the best course of action was to go to the inn and go through the motions of getting drunk.
He can't really get drunk, not with his metabolism, but he can give it a good try and he's doing it now with the ale that the inn sells in pints and quarts. He picks a table where he can see the exit and his back's to the wall, naturally, but otherwise he isn't hiding in shadows like he might have been a few months ago.
He and Steve have been through everything together and maybe it's rich of him to be missing him when Steve has had to go through the pain of thinking he'd died and then would never get his memories back but here he is and there's nothing he can do about that. Here, they had a chance to just be two boys from Brooklyn again, though, and that's something that Captain America and the Winter Soldier would never get in the world they're from.
The barmaid comes by to clear his empties and he says to just keep them coming. It's the principle of it, trying to get drunk, and maybe if he keeps drinking it'll eventually happen. There's gotta be a limit to how much alcohol one body can process, right? His liver isn't going to keep up forever with this and eventually he's going to be able to actually get the drunken stupor he's aiming for.
"Here's to Captain America," he says to no one in particular. The name isn't relevant here, is it?
WHEN: June
WHAT: Missing Steve so, you know, going to the inn and pretending to get drunk because he actually can't.
WHERE: The inn.
WARNINGS: TBA
The day Steve disappeared, Bucky felt it. He doesn't know why he felt it or why he'd gotten the inkling but he hadn't been shocked when he couldn't find him in the usual haunts. He gave it two days before calling it, though, searching the woods to see if he'd just gone off camping or something equally stupid, and then he decided the best course of action was to go to the inn and go through the motions of getting drunk.
He can't really get drunk, not with his metabolism, but he can give it a good try and he's doing it now with the ale that the inn sells in pints and quarts. He picks a table where he can see the exit and his back's to the wall, naturally, but otherwise he isn't hiding in shadows like he might have been a few months ago.
He and Steve have been through everything together and maybe it's rich of him to be missing him when Steve has had to go through the pain of thinking he'd died and then would never get his memories back but here he is and there's nothing he can do about that. Here, they had a chance to just be two boys from Brooklyn again, though, and that's something that Captain America and the Winter Soldier would never get in the world they're from.
The barmaid comes by to clear his empties and he says to just keep them coming. It's the principle of it, trying to get drunk, and maybe if he keeps drinking it'll eventually happen. There's gotta be a limit to how much alcohol one body can process, right? His liver isn't going to keep up forever with this and eventually he's going to be able to actually get the drunken stupor he's aiming for.
"Here's to Captain America," he says to no one in particular. The name isn't relevant here, is it?
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"I'll take those too," Sam says, pulling a notebook and a pencil out of his jacket pocket and starting to draw. "I'm a fair shake when I throw depending on the creature I'm throwing it at."
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Sam made a face. "Yeah my brother and I came up against those a few times back home," he says, "strong, fast and they can take a dozen or so hits before you can get close enough to take them out. Gun's don't work on them....you've got to use a knife or sword and you run the risk of them ripping your throat out before you can get a hit in. It helps if the weapon has iron in it but not by a lot."
"This place has a lot of stuff I've already dealt with as a hunter and some stuff that is close enough to other things I can work out how to hurt it."
sorry this is so late :(
Re: sorry this is so late :(
"This is normal for me," Sam says, "back home hunting things like this were a family thing. Mom was a hunter, dad became one after she died...long story. Brother and me grew up on the road learning how to shoot and fight. I'd be happy to share what I know to give you more of a heads up."
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But Bucky himself is hiding a lot so maybe Sam is just good at concealment.
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Sam shrugs. "I've been doing this kind of thing since I was ten," he replies, "yes it's not an easy life and I did try to get out of the life for a bit, but it didn't end well." He sighs. "It's my life and hunting helps a lot of people...it's worth giving up a normal life for."
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"I guess hunting would help a lot of people and be worth it, though. I always want to do things that matter. I always want to make sure what I do helps other people. I have a lot to make up for."